Tropical Storm Fay,
Please go away.
My babies would like to play.
As I watch the trees sway,
I'd just like to say
That today's just not a good day,
For skies so dreary and gray.
Please, oh please, dear Fay,
Go far far away.
Hey ... I never claimed to be a good poet.
Seriously, though, the storm is getting to me. My house is just a solid state of gray. My kids are whiny. Kairi refuses to nap because of the wind. Alex doesn't feel good, and I'm fairly certain that it's allergies brought in by whatever this storm brought with it. No one feels like doing anything. We have been super lazy, and my house shows it by the countless toys and "others" on the floor. I have only done one set of dishes. And we've done more snacking than healthy eating.
So again, I plead, Fay ... Go Away!